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As We Are Into Week 4 Of Lockdown, Bollywood Gets Restless



“I’ve never been at home for so long, and now I wish I  never  have to do this again,” a dear filmmaker friend tells me on  the  26th day of the nation-wide lockdown.

This friend is  midway through directing his  latest film and he’s worried  about the mounting expenses. “I understand  what is  going on in the world right now  is of far  greater importance  than my film. But after this is over and when we get down  to assess the losses we wouldn’t know  where  to begin.”

A  major filmmaker has set aside  the lockdown  period  to watch  films from the 1980s. “I am seeing all the film of Bachchan Saab and Rekha M’aam and Mithunda that I can find . It was fun for a week. But now  I am getting bored and restless. I want to get out of  the house.”

Another  filmmaker who  was planning to start  his next film in June says, “I don’t know what to do . My  film was being  planned for a June start.  But now with  a pileup  of  halted  films I hear we  won’t be  allowed to start  a new film until the pending  ones are over. At home I’ve been cooking  for the family and sleeping. But how much can one sleep? My body is  over-rested. It needs exercise.”

A  couple  both of whom  are associated with  films is worried about their dog.   “More than us, or our kids  he(the dog)needs a walk.We cannot keep  him in  the  house any longer.  I saw  this  video  of Sunny Leone and  her husband taking the  three kids down  to the  parking  lot of their building and dancing for them. I think that’s really cute.  But I can’t see myself doing the same.I don’t have  that  high level of adrenaline.”

 Week 2  of  the lockdown was  bound to be tougher  on  the nation, Bollywood being  no excuse.  The  first week we saw  stars posting pictures cooking sleeping gardening.  Now the adventure is over and the  anxiety has set in.Many  from  the  entertainment  industry are seeking to  keep themselves entertained  but  are thoroughly bored.

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